CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Narcan
He looks like Carl from Jimmy Neutron
(Oh, f**k!)
Ayo
Toronto is my birthplace, I'm colder than your first date
I curse fakes, I’m making your scenario your worst case
Got you sweatin’ like a hooker mother when it’s take your kid to work day
Got the dragon energy, saliva gave you burnt face
I’m that f**kin’ ebony with cake like it’s my birthday, I’m twerkin’ in yo’ damn face
Spread my legs open, get between my intersection
I got stronger bars than yo’ internet connection
Got you hella noided just like motherf**kin' Death Grips
Eat you up for breakfast, eugh!
Buzzing from the batcave, jumping out the shark cage
I don't do shrooms but I'm lapping in the cart race
Y'all Taylor Swifts, we 808s and Heartbreak
I don't hate the grind, I'm millly rocking out the hard place
(AHHH) a hype head ga**ing is a fartface
Some of y'all just went and lost the plot, like the dark age
My weapons are the pen and the pad and my art ways
That means a guitar is what goes in my guitar case
I am not a gangster, a hypebeast, or a wannabe
I race to outer space to go and fill the vacancy
Skeptic of the system, but know that I come in peace
I'm questioning y'all wisdom, you can call me Spock-rates
I don't live in the past, this is not A**asin's Creed
But I'll do acrobatics on the mic if you go battle me
(Oh, f**k!)
Ayo
Toronto is my birthplace, I'm colder than your first date
I curse fakes, I’m making your scenario your worst case
Got you sweatin’ like a hooker mother when it’s take your kid to work day
Got the dragon energy, saliva gave you burnt face
I’m that f**kin’ ebony with cake like it’s my birthday, I’m twerkin’ in yo’ damn face
Spread my legs open, get between my intersection
I got stronger bars than yo’ internet connection
Got you hella noided just like motherf**kin' Death Grips
Eat you up for breakfast, eugh!
Buzzing from the batcave, jumping out the shark cage
I don't do shrooms but I'm lapping in the cart race
Y'all Taylor Swifts, we 808s and Heartbreak
I don't hate the grind, I'm millly rocking out the hard place
(AHHH) a hype head ga**ing is a fartface
Some of y'all just went and lost the plot, like the dark age
My weapons are the pen and the pad and my art ways
That means a guitar is what goes in my guitar case
I am not a gangster, a hypebeast, or a wannabe
I race to outer space to go and fill the vacancy
Skeptic of the system, but know that I come in peace
I'm questioning y'all wisdom, you can call me Spock-rates
I don't live in the past, this is not A**asin's Creed
But I'll do acrobatics on the mic if you go battle me
